woke up gasping
to the realization of death
saw myself lieing
alone in a bed
somewhere in the night
memories
of a life I haven't lived yet
rushing in like a panicked nurse
and the thought
that I didn't live enough
sneaking in ever so slowly

I laid there worried
about that day so far away
worried about my mother
fearing the darkness
because I know she worries

worried about not accepting it
when it comes

it's like that dark force
was sitting in the room
with me last night
in my bed

and although I'm still worried
for my mother's worries
I know I'll accept it
when it comes

reach out and
grab onto that icy hand

I'll be ready for you when you come